Hare Krishna

Fuck yeh, yah bastard.
You can fuck right off,
I don't want your shitty leaflet
With its empty surprise
A donation, is it? I think not!

This is expensive roach that I can do without,

Serious cock and balls is all that you shout.
Reality comes with a smack
So pucker up and don't pout.

Suck it

So I'm staying up a little bit late, I'm quite happy listening to ambient music.
This has lead me to want to write an anger filled blog.

If anyone gives me a topic, I'll hate it, and maybe write about it. Sophie's suggestions:

Not enough people thank bus drivers when getting off the bus.
It's their job. They're legally required to let you off the bus. Plus, they're not worthy of my thanks. Although, they didn't choose to drive into a truck and kill everyone on board. To that logic, People should thank me every second that I don't undress and pluck my arse hairs.
Therefore, bus drivers don't need to be thanked if the mood doesn't strike you.

Starving children with bloated stomach's.
Lying, fat bastards. We should eat more and be more selfish. It works for me.

Getting smoke in your eyes.
It's better than a cock in the eye.

Crying children in restaurants when you're trying to enjoy a meal.
At least they're not happy.